Kara's Soft Words

On my way to work this morning, this was one of the first messages that I "received."  I was driving down 301- singing along to whatever song I was listening to when I saw a black pickup truck go by. The truck was nice but I was pleasantly surprised to see the license plate. Two words. A simple message. . . with significant meaning. It caused me to reflect on my life.  You may already know. . . I'm a PK (or preacher's/pastor's kid). As I mentioned at a service a few weeks ago, (when I was younger) I used to think that I could automatically "get into Heaven." I guess I figured that since my father was a pastor, my grandmother and other relatives were ministers/pastors and my family was in the church. . . I was good!  I had nothing to worry about as far as salvation-> or so I thought. I am so thankful that my parents set me straight! Rather than simply accepting who God was/is to my loved ones, I was encouraged to experience Him for myself! ...